Sadomasochistic

What she desires
I provide

She only arrives
From the darkest of rides

Things that would break most
She deems them necessary

Born from her cravings
Or is it hereditary?

It’s kind of scary
The depths she needs to delve

The kinks and fetishes
And all mental restraints unshelved

Taking her to the brink
Her only path to Ecstasy

She’d never be satisfied
Unless deaths door was close, dangerously

It makes her feel alive
To taste fear without control

She only reaches Climax
When to the Devil she sells her Soul